Chapter 35 FORGIVE US OUR TRESPASSES.

"Oh, had he lived,

Replied Rusilla, never penitence

Had equalled his! full well I know his heart,

Vehement in all things. He would on himself

Have wreaked such penance as had reached the height

Of fleshly suffering,-yea, which being told,

With its portentous rigour should have made

The memory of his fault, o'erpowered and lost